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The Cum Cycle By Justin Davis
Jimmy Sanders didn't resist as the attendants in white coats strapped him into the machine. Jimmy, whose balls were so full and ached so badly that they were drawn tight up against his groin, was eager for the relief that the futuristic looking machine would provide him. So, as the attendants had led him to the device, his engorged cock already dripping pre-cum, there was no resistance on his part as they seated him astride the thing and began the process of attaching him to it. No, Jimmy concentrated on the new pick up truck he would be able to buy once he finished the remaining two weeks of his contract.
The device itself, being a very futuristic looking contraption, had puzzled Jimmy the first time he saw it, as it had all the others, when he had been led into the milking room for the first time a week ago. However, now Jimmy was quite intimate with the relentless and unremitting workings of the black, shiny, beast.
In a sense, the main body of the contraption, which he now straddled, looked very much like a modern motor cycle. Something akin to a Honda Fireblade or Yamaha YZF with a broad base where the wheels might have been. From the base there trailed a series of wires and hoses that ran across the floor of the room and eventually connected to a silver plate on the far wall.
Where the controls on the handle bar would have been were adjustable metal rings, into which the attendants fastened Jimmy's wrists, snugly securing them, and then adjusted the chin rest which would hold up his head.
Likewise, where the foot rests would have been, toward the rear of the device, there was set of metal stirrups into which the attendants inserted Jimmy's feet then securely fastened his ankles. Thus secured, Jimmy, or any of the others strapped onto one of the machines, gave the appearance of some prone, naked, motorcycle rider, butt high in the air and exposed, astride the device for a very fast ride.
This time, Jimmy only grunted slightly, as the semi-flexible sheath, which protruded from the leather seat beneath him, and encased his engorged, six-inch, penis, adjusted itself to his cock's dimensions. Likewise, there was only the slightest groan from him as the electrodes were attached snugly to his metal nip rings and metal cock ring, which was something all the boys accepted for the experiments now wore.
Then too, there was just but a bit of a gasp, as the attendants adjusted the cone shaped anal probe, located just behind Jimmy's vulnerable butt, and placed the tip against his ass lips. Of course, later there would be more than a gasp from Jimmy as the diabolical device moved ever inward to do its evil work, spreading his asshole as it went.
Now secured to the machine, and almost melded to it as one, Jimmy trembled slightly, as the attendants attached the last electrodes that would monitor his vital signs. As they did so, Jimmy wondered how long it would be this time before he passed out from the ordeal that would soon begin.
The machine which Jimmy now appeared ready to ride, and two others like it, were used quite regularly throughout each day by Dr. Charles Goodgame and his assistants and it had been the doctor's research on cloning that had brought about the need for such a device.
Realizing that his research would require huge amounts of sperm, Dr. Goodgame had seen the need for such a device early on. And of course, in order that the widest variety of sperm could be obtained, there also had been the necessity of making sure that the subjects adequately represented the ethnic spectrum as well. Consequently, Dr. Goodgame's agents had scoured the back streets from Hong Kong to New York and from Tripoli to Rio to secure the widest variety of youths.
Then too, there had been the necessity of insuring that the subjects were in the prime years of sperm production and were as healthy as possible. Thus, no one under sixteen was selected, and since his research had tended to indicate a slight decrease in sperm output in a few males as young as eighteen, Dr. Goodgame had determined that eighteen would be the upper age limit.
It took about a week for the doctor and his assistants to get the hormonal levels right in the fifty subjects they had finally contracted with. The daily injections they were given, along with good nutrition and exercise, had made each of them not only fine physical specimens but quite virile as well. In reality, each boy was being paid handsomely to become a walking cum factory.
So much so, in fact, that the boys had to be kept intentionally flaccid when they weren't bound into the machines, for no amount of wanking would have been enough to empty their balls. In fact, any of the teens could have wanked themselves raw and still there would have been the unrelenting pressure in their ball sacs. As a result the boys had to be relieved of their cum loads regularly.
That of course was the job which the machines, like the one Jimmy was now melded to, had been designed for and did very well. In fact, even had Jimmy not been given an injection to keep him erect for the next few hours, he would have become erect on his own, for the initial effects of the machine were quite stimulating. Yet, because of the time required to insure that each subject was completely emptied of sperm the injections were necessary, since the whole process sometimes could take two hours or more.
Sweat began to form on Jimmy's brow, as the attendants closed the door and left him alone, and he winced slightly as he heard the muffled cries from the next room, for he knew that his own cries would soon join those of the unseen boy next door.
"Oh! Ah!" Jimmy exclaimed, as the sheath encasing his rock hard and engorged penis came to life and gave him his first ripples of pleasure.
Inside the semi-flexible sheath thousands of tiny fingers, almost like the cilia on a protozoa, had gone to work stroking, flicking, and playing themselves along Jimmy's cock from its tip to the base.
Dr. Goodgame looked at his controls and turned up the intensity just slightly in Room Three, the room that Jimmy was in.
"Uh!" Jimmy immediately responded, as the thousands of cilia-like fingers flicked at his meat with even greater intensity.
Dr. Goodgame smiled with satisfaction, noticing that the collection beaker for Milking Room Three was already beginning to have pre-cum drip into it. Then, as a slurping sound distracted him, he looked over at the collection beaker for Milking Room Four just in time to see a huge glob of white, teen, goo, plop into the mass that was already accumulating there, and again he smiled. Nimbi, the African kid would equal or better his last output it seemed. After all, the eighteen-year-old had been on the machine for over an hour and still each ejaculation seemed as large in quantity as the previous one.
As Nimbi's next batch of pre-cum from his almost nine inch penis again began to drip into the beaker, which it would do between each orgasm, the doctor turned his attention back toward the controls for Milking Room Three. Quickly he noted that everything seemed in order, looked again at the collection beaker for Jimmy's output, which now was receiving a steady ribbon of pre-cum, and satisfied that all was normal set the controls on automatic.
"Oh God! Unh!" Jimmy cried out, as he felt the metal cone insert itself ever so slightly just inside his ass hole, for he knew that very soon it would also begin it's work.
Like the sheath that encased his penis, the metal cone in Jimmy's butt had its on special tasks to perform. Soon, It would also soon unleash its cilia like projections that would flagellate the walls of his rectum, while the whole device began to vibrate gently.
The first time it had happened, Jimmy had screamed at the top of his lungs, and vainly tired to escape from the machine, for it felt as though a thousand worms were crawling inside his butt and working their way slowly upward into him. Now, he just groaned loudly, for he knew the intensity would increase and there was nothing he could do about.
"Uh! MMMMMM!" Jimmy moaned loudly, as the cone penetrated him a little more and the tiny filaments began to play along the walls of his rectum.
Jimmy's body trembled slightly, as the sensations from his penis and rectum began to meld and blend. He knew it wouldn't be long. It never was the first time. The first cum was always a relief. In fact, even the first four or five orgasms were extraordinary in their pleasure. However, it would be the subsequent ones that would be the hardest, for each time it would take longer and longer and the stimulation to his penis and his rectum would have to intensify more in order to achieve the desired result.
"Oh god!" Jimmy moaned, as he began to feel the first stirrings of his impending cum.
"Oh! Ah!" Jimmy then cried out, as the electrodes attached to his nip rings and cock ring began to emit the tingly current that only heightened his pleasure.
"oooohhhhOOOOHHH!" Jimmy then exclaimed in a crescendo, as the sheath that enclosed his penis began to ripple and suck his prick, while the hair-like filaments within concentrated all their efforts on the sensitive head.
Seconds later, there was but the slightest yelp from Jimmy, as the metal probe moved a few more inches into him, for he had already begun to pant and his nostrils had begun to flare, while deep within him his cum load had begun to boil and burn like fire. In fact, so intent was Jimmy on his own ride up the hill of pleasure that the cries from the rooms on both sides of him went unheard.
In the room to Jimmy's immediate right, Milking Room Four, Nimbi, his Nubian body covered with sweat, was having the twelfth orgasm of his milking session. And, since each one took longer and longer to achieve, his cries of relief became louder over time.
In the room to Jimmy's immediate left, Milking Room Two, the child-like cries and squeals came from a newly arrived oriental boy, Wang Soo, who was being milked for the first time.
As it had been with Jimmy and the other boys, Wang's introduction to the black monster he would ride toward orgasm after orgasm had been frightening. In fact, even though he had signed the contract and was being paid very well for his participation in the experiments, he had struggled with the attendants as they had led him into the room, his five-inch penis standing up against his rippled stomach and dripping pre-cum profusely. Of course it did no good neither then or when they strapped him onto the beast, which wasn't unusual; most of the boys had similar reactions their first time.
Therefore, one could consider it routine that Wang had screamed at the insertion of the metal probe into his virgin butt. Nor, was it strange, minutes later, when his eyes had flown open wide and he had begun to squeal, yip, and yelp as the filaments of the probe began to work on his insides. Now, however, Wang's squeals and cries were caused more from what seemed to him like unbearable pleasure indefinitely prolonged.
"Oh yes! Yessssssssssssss!" Jimmy hissed loudly, as he began to feel his first cum load began its journey toward the shaft of his penis while the sensors attached to his body relayed their information to the control room.
Immediately, the electrical impulses to the metal cock ring that encircled the base of Jimmy's his cock and balls were increased, and since the metal ring was now impossibly tight against his perineum, because of the further hardening of his penis, the effect was instantaneous.
"Oh God! Oh Fuck!" Jimmy shouted, and began to hunch his hips, as much as the straps that held him down would allow him to.
Then, after a loud shriek, Jimmy came so hard that it actually felt like molten fire was erupting from his penis.
In the control room, Dr. Goodgame looked over at the collection beaker for Milking Room Three and was very pleased at the sight of the huge blobs of teen spunk that began to splat on its previously bare bottom. Jimmy, too, it seemed, was reacting well to the hormonal treatments.
"Uh! Uh!" Jimmy panted, with each volley of hot, teen, fuck snot, his penis shot into the sheath, only to be quickly sucked up and taken away.
"Oh no!" Jimmy then moaned, as he came down from his orgasm, knowing full well that his ride on the machine was just beginning on what all the boys called "the cum cycle." In fact, it would be almost two hours before his roller coaster ride of orgasms would be over.
Minutes would seem like hours, and hours seem like an eternity, as Jimmy would have orgasm after orgasm. He would pass out just before the end. In fact, most of the boys did. Yet, it would be awhile before Jimmy's balls were empty and there was no more of his spunk to be sucked up.
This time, Jimmy hoped he wouldn't cry and squeal like a little kid, as the cone eventually worked its way inward to the point that it felt as though it was directly under his navel. However, no matter how hard Jimmy would try it would be no use, for by the time the cone would burrow into his gut that deeply his butt hole would be stretched wide enough to easily accommodate a fist. Then, as the metallic thing began to slowly fuck him, and start to emit its own electrical impulses, Jimmy would began to carry on, no matter how much he tried to refrain from doing so. However, there was no need for him to be ashamed. None of the boys were able to do more than squeal and babble at that point.
Dr. Goodgame checked the beakers for Milking Rooms Two, Three, and Four, and satisfied that Nimbi, Wang, and Jimmy were progressing nicely, turned his attentions to the beaker for the special Milking Room, Room One. The collection beaker for that room showed there was much more to be collected there since the beaker had only a steady stream of pre-cum dripping into it.
Milking Room One, the special room, was much more of an experimental room than the other three. Consequently, not only was the machine different, but its utilization varied.
For example, invariably a few of the youths needed other kinds of stimulation to achieve the desired cum output, the same hormonal treatments given the others not being enough. Additionally, there were those, about six, who had been selling their ass on the streets since they were twelve, so for them, as one might imagine, Milking Room One took on a special significance. Such was the case with Kevin Dudley, the cute and hung British boy, who was currently the occupant of Milking Room One and the current recipient of Dr. Goodgame's undivided attention.
As stated previously, the device onto which sixteen-year-old Kevin was strapped was very much different in appearance and function than the machines in the other three rooms. However, it too, took on the look of a very futuristic gadget.
At the rear of the device was a large metal plate, about three feet wide and about five feet tall, which was attached to the wall and from which protruded an adjustable metal T Bar. The metal plate also had adjustable leather cuffs into which the subject's feet were strapped.
The metal T Bar was an adjustable metal boom that protruded out from the metal wall plate about seven feet or so. From it the subject would hang suspended, hands fastened behind his back in adjustable leather cuffs, their head restrained by an adjustable foam-covered O-Ring that went around the neck. Thus, although one might think that the position might seem uncomfortable, in reality the support provided by the three points of attachment provided the subject with almost no discomfort.
Additionally, a few inches in front of the subject's face, was an eight inch, latex, mechanical dildo which also had a hose attached and whose purpose became clear soon enough to the restrained subject.
Likewise, beneath the device, was the suction unit, whose hose had a suction sleeve attached with the ability to move up and down on the subjects penis and also attachments for the subjects nipples if need be. That, and the electrodes, which provided electrical stimulation through the nip rings and cock rings of the subjects, coupled with the variable sized specially made electrical butt probes, each with a hose attached, made all kinds of stimulation possible, as Kevin Dudley was finding out at the moment.
For this particular session, Kevin had not only been given the customary injection to make his six-inch cock hard for hours, but he had also been given some medication that would make it terribly difficult to cum. However, as with the other subjects he had experimented with, Dr. Goodgame knew that for each there was usually a trigger point for orgasm, one only had to find the right combination of stimuli that would over-ride the effects of the medication.
At first, when Kevin had been strapped into the device, he was immediately startled when the mechanical dildo moved toward his mouth. Yet, it had been so long since he had sucked anything, and he loved to suck cock, that he willingly opened his mouth, put his lips around it, and accepted its gentle fucking.
Thus occupied, Kevin barely noticed as the suction sleeve was applied to his cock and the suction hoses were attached to his nipples. Then too, there was only the slightest bit of a grunt as the well-lubed butt probe was inserted, for it had been a long time as well since he had had anything up his chute and he hated the empty feeling.
Once the session began, Kevin had been subjected to one set of stimuli after another. Never in his young life had any real sex he had had provided him with so much pleasure. The suction and electrical stimulation on his nips, the gentle vibrations in his butt, the sucking of his penis, the fucking of his mouth, all, in one form or another, were a feast of erotic pleasure for him. As a result, it wasn't until he reached the apex of orgasm that he realized something was wrong.
If he could have cried out, he would have, as his rippled tummy began to tighten even more and heave, but he couldn't, not with a mouth full of latex cock that now was bumping against the back of his throat. Likewise, minutes later when the electrical stimulations to the nip rings and cock began, he would have screamed, but of course he couldn't.
For almost twenty minutes, Kevin hung at the peak; his body covered in sweat, every muscle taut, just shy of cumming, while the butt probe began to vibrate more and the flexible latex cock fucking his mouth began to fuck its length down his throat. Then there was blessed relief as the latex cock and the butt probe began to pump cum into him from both ends, an ingenious little feature Dr. Goodgame had devised as a way of getting rid of the unusable cum from the other milkings.
Had he been capable of it, Kevin would have shrieked to the top of his lungs, as he blew two weeks worth of stored up thick, teen, spunk, into the suction sleeve. For not only did he realize his balls were purging themselves, but also that he was being filled with cum from both ends at the same time.
Dr. Goodgame looked at the collection beaker for Milking Room One and chuckled to himself and was more than pleased with the quantity of white goo that now poured into the beaker like water from a faucet. Then, he smiled, and wondered how much more sperm would soon follow once he gave Kevin the ejection that would make every possible part of his body an erogenous zone and the feather ticklers were lowered into place along his back side.
Naturally, Kevin couldn't know, had no way of knowing, what lay ahead for him and he didn't really care, for at the present moment he was just so terribly glad to be having an orgasm, the cum seeping out of his butt around the anal probe and oozing out of the corners of his mouth being an added bonus.
The End